Read Online Catch My Breath by M. J. O’Shea - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: M. J. O’Shea
Ads: Link
to get back to singing.”
They’d been spending so much time settling in that they’d barely rehearsed. Elliot wanted to get back there. He already missed being alone in a room with the guys and Keller just making music.
“Cool, cool. I think I’m going to be in the studio in the morning. We’ll probably just miss each other.” Chris started picking out a melody on his guitar.
“Hey, is that ‘Monsoon’?”
Chris smiled. “You like Tokio Hotel?”
“Of course.” Elliot liked most music, but alternative had always been his main thing… if you could call Tokio Hotel alternative. He liked them anyway.
“You know the words?”
“I think so. I’ll try at least.”
“Sweet.” Chris started over. “Sing the lead. I’ll take the low harmony.”
E LLIOT liked sitting out there by the pool, hanging with Chris who seemed to be everything that was low-key and relaxing. He didn’t make Elliot’s belly flutter, he didn’t even care if Elliot hit the right notes or totally screwed up the harmony. He was just… relaxing. And nice. He made it easy to forget for an hour or so how much pressure they were really under, what was riding on this show, this contract. How much he’d wanted to lean over earlier, right in the middle of that stupid embarrassing video diary, and kiss Danny until they had to stop for breath.
Oh shit. If there was anything he shouldn’t think about, that would be it. Elliot made himself chill out, forced himself to take a deep breath and just freaking relax. He managed to do it. He sat back and just hung with Chris, sang and talked and just was until the house grew dark and quiet and the lights by the pool were the only ones lit as far as he could see.
By the time Elliot got back up to his room, Danny was asleep sprawled flat out on his stomach, sure even in sleep of his body and his space and everything around him. Tanned limbs peeked out from under the thin summer blanket. He really was beautiful. Elliot took a long look, now that Danny was asleep, and he could look without anyone knowing. It was his cheekbones. They were the best part—at least when Danny was asleep and his laughing eyes weren’t open, his mouth wasn’t hovering at the edge of a big manic grin. Elliot loved that too. How Danny positively vibrated with energy. He couldn’t help making everyone else around him smile. He almost reached out, just to run his fingers down Danny’s arm and see if the sun-warmed skin felt as smooth and golden as it looked. But that would be crazy, right? Elliot never did stuff like that.
Instead he forced himself to turn toward his dresser, where his sweats were draped across the top. He stripped quickly and silently and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth before sliding into bed. If he fell asleep facing Danny’s side of the room, well, there really wasn’t much he could do about that, was there?
D ANNY woke early. Not much after the sun rose. Except for rare mornings, he’d always been someone who got up right after dawn. Stayed up late too. Figured he’d sleep when he got old. Danny shuddered. He’d always hated the idea of getting old, was scared of the day when all the energy that constantly thrummed through his body finally drained away somewhere out in the atmosphere. He decided he had to get up. Lying in bed awake never led to settling, happy thoughts. Time to move. Danny shifted and winced when his bed made the most unholy loud noise possible. His roommate, who’d been a still lump under his covers, moved.
“What time is it?” Elliot mumbled. His voice was growly with sleep, and damn if it didn’t send shivers down Danny’s back just like his singing voice did. Elliot’s voice was something from another world. Danny was sure of it.
“It’s early, El. Go back to sleep.”
“Why are you up?” Elliot’s head surfaced from under his blanket, and he peered across the room all rumpled and heavy-eyed before he reached up and scrubbed at his
They’d been spending so much time settling in that they’d barely rehearsed. Elliot wanted to get back there. He already missed being alone in a room with the guys and Keller just making music.
“Cool, cool. I think I’m going to be in the studio in the morning. We’ll probably just miss each other.” Chris started picking out a melody on his guitar.
“Hey, is that ‘Monsoon’?”
Chris smiled. “You like Tokio Hotel?”
“Of course.” Elliot liked most music, but alternative had always been his main thing… if you could call Tokio Hotel alternative. He liked them anyway.
“You know the words?”
“I think so. I’ll try at least.”
“Sweet.” Chris started over. “Sing the lead. I’ll take the low harmony.”
E LLIOT liked sitting out there by the pool, hanging with Chris who seemed to be everything that was low-key and relaxing. He didn’t make Elliot’s belly flutter, he didn’t even care if Elliot hit the right notes or totally screwed up the harmony. He was just… relaxing. And nice. He made it easy to forget for an hour or so how much pressure they were really under, what was riding on this show, this contract. How much he’d wanted to lean over earlier, right in the middle of that stupid embarrassing video diary, and kiss Danny until they had to stop for breath.
Oh shit. If there was anything he shouldn’t think about, that would be it. Elliot made himself chill out, forced himself to take a deep breath and just freaking relax. He managed to do it. He sat back and just hung with Chris, sang and talked and just was until the house grew dark and quiet and the lights by the pool were the only ones lit as far as he could see.
By the time Elliot got back up to his room, Danny was asleep sprawled flat out on his stomach, sure even in sleep of his body and his space and everything around him. Tanned limbs peeked out from under the thin summer blanket. He really was beautiful. Elliot took a long look, now that Danny was asleep, and he could look without anyone knowing. It was his cheekbones. They were the best part—at least when Danny was asleep and his laughing eyes weren’t open, his mouth wasn’t hovering at the edge of a big manic grin. Elliot loved that too. How Danny positively vibrated with energy. He couldn’t help making everyone else around him smile. He almost reached out, just to run his fingers down Danny’s arm and see if the sun-warmed skin felt as smooth and golden as it looked. But that would be crazy, right? Elliot never did stuff like that.
Instead he forced himself to turn toward his dresser, where his sweats were draped across the top. He stripped quickly and silently and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth before sliding into bed. If he fell asleep facing Danny’s side of the room, well, there really wasn’t much he could do about that, was there?
D ANNY woke early. Not much after the sun rose. Except for rare mornings, he’d always been someone who got up right after dawn. Stayed up late too. Figured he’d sleep when he got old. Danny shuddered. He’d always hated the idea of getting old, was scared of the day when all the energy that constantly thrummed through his body finally drained away somewhere out in the atmosphere. He decided he had to get up. Lying in bed awake never led to settling, happy thoughts. Time to move. Danny shifted and winced when his bed made the most unholy loud noise possible. His roommate, who’d been a still lump under his covers, moved.
“What time is it?” Elliot mumbled. His voice was growly with sleep, and damn if it didn’t send shivers down Danny’s back just like his singing voice did. Elliot’s voice was something from another world. Danny was sure of it.
“It’s early, El. Go back to sleep.”
“Why are you up?” Elliot’s head surfaced from under his blanket, and he peered across the room all rumpled and heavy-eyed before he reached up and scrubbed at his
Similar Books
